"You're right, child, the Light never dies. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ”

With a soft light, Prophet Velun didn't know when he returned to the battlefield, he raised his head and looked at his former friend, his eyes full of determination.

"Kil'Gardan, you have been chasing me through the realms for countless years, and I have chosen to run away - not because I dare not fight, but because I wish to keep the last spark for the Draenei!"

"I admit that your treachery has indeed disturbed my heart and made it difficult for me to calm down to this day, but now, I am able to pick up my staff and face you! The Light is not dead, nor will it die! ”

"Not all wanderers have lost themselves!"

"Oh? Interesting. Could it be that the rats that have escaped for thousands of years have finally regained their dignity? Kil'Gardan looked at the reinvigorated Prophet Veron, "Viren, my most trusted brother, I give you one last chance, join us, join the Burning Legion, and together we will level the worlds, and make the entire universe tremble and wail under our power!" ”

"Kilgardan, I won't persuade you to turn back at this time. The Light of Mercy will forgive all, but not you, and you will pay the price for the sins you have committed! As he spoke, Veron waved his staff lightly, leaving Venucci lying flat on the ground.

Anger flew into Velon's hand, clutching the Atama crystal tightly, and Velon's face was full of anger: "I have suffered so much for my restraint and forbearance, and it wasn't until a while ago that I realized that even the cause of the orc's atrocities was you—your demagoguery made my people bleed!" Today I will judge you on behalf of the Light! ”

Kilgardan laughed.

"With you, even in the time of Argus, you were no match for me, let alone now! I have received the blessing of the great Sargeras - do not neglect my power because I like to persuade others with words! ”

Viren didn't answer anymore, but mobilized all his energy, turning this energy into a series of holy light missiles, which shot at Kil'Gardan and the magic circle that summoned him.

"Hahaha, the perennial life of running away has made you forget how to use power, right? Have you forgotten all the pitiful combat experience you had gained at Argus? ”

With Kil'Gardan's taunt, small shadow arrows spawned out of thin air, striking the center of each Divine Light missile with precision. The Holy Light Bomb was detonated as soon as it flew through the air, failing to do even the slightest damage to Kil'Gardan.

Brilliant explosions ignited "fireworks" in the sky above the Dark Temple.

"If you only have this level, it's better to admit defeat early, I don't even want to teach you to recruit into the legion again, because your combat experience is really unqualified!"

A giant hand of shadows quickly took shape and gripped at Viren.

But Kil'Gardan didn't expect that the Shadow Giant Hand flew halfway through, and disappeared into the holy light with a holy word spell from Viron.

"What's going on? You actually didn't hesitate to spend mana to change the environment here?! Kilgardan looked at the huge circle of holy light that gradually took shape with the Holy Word Technique and the tired and weak Veren on the side, "But, even if this place is full of holy light, my dear brother, how much strength do you have, and your old body, I don't think you can even hold a staff, right?" ”

The Prophet Velun had fallen to the ground, lying side by side with Venucci, quietly staring at the demonic sky of Shadowmoon Valley.

"Although Wei Lun is not here, there is still me!" Drunken Wind puffed up his chest and blocked in front of Wei Lun.

After the initial shock, now Drunken Wind has no sense of fear in the face of this fraudster, after all, this is the boss who used to be in the Well of the Sun, and the toilet man who has been abused countless times by himself! Now Kil'Gardan is also stuck in the summoning circle and won't be able to get out for a while, there is nothing to be afraid of in this Kil-Gardan!

Drunken Wind lifted the misty words around his waist and lifted his pants: "Kilgardan, you should never underestimate the power of mortals, the end of your demons will be destruction!" ”

"That's right!" Lothar finally relented at this time, "Demon, we will not give in in front of you!" ”

"You're from Azeroth?" Kil'Gardan finally set his eyes on Lothar and Drunken Wind, "It's kind of interesting - it doesn't seem like your talent is very good, but the potential seems to be endless, and mortals really can't guess with common sense, hahaha." ”

Drunken Wind and Lothar glanced at each other, both unable to understand the logic of the fraudster's laughter.

In fact, Kil'Gardan was not laughing at Drunken Wind and Lothar, but at Sargeras, the Pantheon's fallen Titan, whose flaming feet had trampled countless worlds to pieces, whose sword had no unifying enemy, whose strength could hardly be described in all words, and whose strength could hardly be described by all words, led to the Burning Legion's boss overturning in Azeroth.

10,000 years ago, he lured the Night Elves and failed.

After weakening himself decades ago, he personally arrived in Azeroth, only to be defeated by the Guardians, although Sargeras's soul influenced and controlled Medivan, opened the dark door and let in a group of orcs to take revenge, but all this has become Sargeras's greatest shame!

What's more, Medivan, who was controlled by Sargeras, was also killed by Lothar during his raid on Karazhan......

Imagine that a lion fights with a domestic cat, and as a result, he is caught all over his face, even if the lion scares all the domestic cats to death afterwards, and it is the lion who is ashamed.

The only way to wash away the shame is to make the world free of domestic cats, isn't it?

Although Kilgardan admires Sargeras's power, that doesn't mean he won't gloat over his boss's failures.

Kilgardan, who had been laughing for a long time in the bewilderment of the people around him, finally stopped his laughter, and the deceitr looked at the collapsed demon and waved his hand dryly.

"Enough, shameful garbage! Let me give my old friend his last ride! ”

"And these few mortals who don't think about themselves!"

Kudran Brutehammer and Sylvanas Windranger have both eliminated their opponents and arrived at the third platform of the Dark Temple, Khadgar has finally roasted the Bloodfiend and awakened in place (and nibbled on a magic bread and drank some magic spring water), and at this time he also felt Lothar's side with the legendary staff of the Etishes Guardian, and Onexia turned back into the form of a dragon and took to the air to prepare for battle, and in the distance, the garrison Ruel had already driven the Storm Fortress over!

This is the final showdown!